What?

21 years and two days.

That’s how long I’ve been somersaulting around this planet.

I don’t feel any older than I did three days ago. I don’t feel older than I did three years ago.

My beard is a little thicker, that’s about it.

Sure, I wore pants all summer like a good pretend-adult, but it was comforting to know that school’s familiar routine would return.

It did. It won’t last long, though.

In two months I’ll be packing my superhero lunch kit and skipping off to my first work placement.

In eight I will graduate.

What?

I will throw my graduation cap into the air and it will stay there, frozen in time as I narrate an inspiring monologue. I’ll talk about everything I’ve learned and how bright the future is and how every major plot-line is wrapping up nicely.

Then it will cut to black and the credits will roll, right?

Nope.

Turns out there’s this whole thing called life. And you have to do stuff.

That’s exciting. That’s really cool.

I want to do stuff, that sounds fun. I’m ready to do stuff.

But, it also sounds scary.

What the duck am I supposed to do for the next 60 years? Eat sandwiches?

Also, I should shave.

This photo was posted on Urbanspoon by Kayla Tremblay on November 11, 2012. My sandwich looked pretty much the same, except it was on a ciabatta bun.

What The Duck: Duck confit, house bacon, lettuce, tomato, and garlic aioli on a ciabatta bun. $15.00

Impressions: Think clubhouse. This sandwich isn’t particularly inventive, but it is a good execution of the basics. The duck meat is sweet and tender. The bacon is salty and crispy, a perfect contrast to the smooth duck. The garlic aioli didn’t overpower the other flavours, as sauces often do.

What made it: The ciabatta bun. Unfortunately for Kayla Tremblay, I’m happy they switched from toast, to a soft bun.